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Choices – Part 3
Victoria shut off the hallway light at the top of the stairs, and hesitated. She tiptoed to the bedroom window, the way illuminated by the streetlight across the road. Nerves tighter than a cat’s, she giggled and slapped a hand over her mouth. She crept to the window, but couldn’t see a living being through lazy rivulets of dark rain. No matter how she smooshed her face against the glass, it wasn’t possible to see straight down.
She drew the curtains and felt around for the bedside light switch. Except for the tick-tock of her wind-up clock, no other sounds came within hearing range. Heartbeat slowed to match the clock, she collapsed on the bed. Victoria stared at the ceiling oblivious of its existence.
A small displacement on the mattress beside her shoulder interrupted her reverie. Time had stood still for only a couple minutes. It was 7:37 p.m. “Marmaduke. See anything out there?” The tom settled on all fours as if ready to pounce, blinked and wiggled his ears. His head moved back and forth not unlike someone searching for the right words to announce bad news. “Guess I’m the only ‘fraidy cat here.” The cat stretched a hind leg and groomed himself.
“I might as well get into bed and catch up on my reading. Be right back.” Victoria rolled off the bed with the cat at her heels.
While brushing her teeth, the day’s latter events crossed her mind. She’d called a taxi to deliver her key to the auto club. By day’s end, two young studs, driving in tandem, delivered the car to the office after closing. Gold Membership had its merits. At last she smiled into the mirror, toothpaste trailing down her chin. Marmaduke turned tail and sashayed away, tail high in the air.
An insistent pounding on the side door erased the smile. Now what? She grabbed a towel, stumbled down the stairs, and stopped. The cat already waited below the stairs by the side door. She peered around the corner though a yellow cotton curtain covered the door’s upper window.
“Please help me.” A voice muffled and sobbing pleaded.
Victoria sprang into action, seized the cat, and wrenched open the door. “What’s wrong? Come in. Come in. I thought you were at the school. I didn’t hear your car return.”
The wind carried the baby’s bawling from next door. “We didn’t go. Steve’s not home. My baby’s sick and a cab’s coming… to the hospital. Can you please watch my girls? They’re already in bed…”
“Sure, sure. Here’s the cab. I’ll hurry.” Victoria charged upstairs for her cell and purse. She yanked her coat out of the hall closet. Tenting it over her head against the fine mist, she slammed the door. What was the clunk when the door banged shut?
She noted the driver had parked too close to the house. The neighbor’s side door wide open, she raced inside and up the stairs. The layout different here, she stepped into the kitchen. Mother and howling baby careened towards her. “Careful. You don’t want to trip.”
“ThankyouI’mCarol. You’re a life-savor. Can’t reach my mother either.” The women held on to each other, one cradling her baby, the other supporting his mother. The cab driver didn’t exit the car to help the struggling women. Or open the back door. “Get in on the driver’s side.” Victoria rushed back to the house. The taxi reversed down the drive.
I’m in a stranger’s house whose husband gives me the creeps. What if he comes back before she does? The thought stuck like a scar.
She’d kicked off her wet shoes at the door. Barefoot in the center of the kitchen, she surveyed her surroundings. The furnishing was neat, but in need of serious updating. The kitchen cabinets begged sanding and repainting or complete replacement. Chipped paint and cracked doors frowned in embarrassment. Countertops showed wear past their due date and the floor tiles were of the old asbestos type. The sense of someone watching jolted her heartbeat. No-one else in the house but the girls, right?
A glance over her shoulder triggered an involuntary gasp. “Sylvie. I thought you were asleep.” Except for worried hands clutching and unclutching each other, the girl stood rooted to the spot, eyes glazed and unblinking.
“You remember me, right? You and Sarah came to visit the day I moved in?”
Her nod, though slight, proved she understood.
“You wonder why the baby stopped crying and why I’m in your house?”
Another slight nod. Eyes blinked shut for an instant and flicked open. The hands slowed their twisting. “Your momma took a taxi to the hospital with your brother. He’s sick. Want me to tuck you in?”
The girl gaped about as if looking for something. Or someone.
“Your daddy isn’t home either. That’s why I’m here.”
The girl tilted her head, brow furled in thought. Victoria held her breath and waited. I don’t know a thing about kids. Hope I don’t spook her.
Sylvie loosened her hands, smoothed her long pink princess nightie, with tiny steps approached her and grabbed her hand. With a shy smile to break many hearts to come, she tugged till Victoria followed. In the bedroom’s doorway, a long forgotten question popped into her head. “Do you need the bathroom before bed?
The girl shook her head.
“No school Saturday but a girl needs her beauty sleep.” Victoria smiled and pulled back the covers. The girl slipped in, eyes wide and searching. “Don’t worry. I’ll be here till someone comes home. Sleep tight. Maybe you and sister Sarah will visit again soon.”
Sylvie smiled. Sarah twitched and sighed in her sleep in the other bed.
The long-suffering roar of a mutilated tailpipe shredded the quiet night.
To be continued
© 2015 Tess @ How the Cookie Crumbles. All Rights Reserved.
October 12, 2015 at 10:42 pm
Great reading, Tess. 🙂
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October 13, 2015 at 11:30 am
Nice to see you, Carrie. Thanks so much for reading. ❤ ❤
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October 12, 2015 at 10:50 pm
Tess I’m thinking one of these days I shall have a heart attack reading your piece. The suspense seeps off the screen. Another brilliant piece.
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October 13, 2015 at 11:30 am
I hope not, Sue, but at the same time, I like to rev up the suspense. Thank you, Sue, for being a faithful reader. 😀 ❤
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October 13, 2015 at 1:00 am
What fun! You writing is engaging and seems wonderful.
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October 13, 2015 at 11:28 am
Cindy, thanks so much. ❤ Glad to hear I can engage your interest. 🙂
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October 13, 2015 at 3:55 am
Another great episode. Full of emotion and suspense.
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October 13, 2015 at 11:28 am
Thanks so much for reading, Darlene. Glad you can enjoy 🙂
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October 13, 2015 at 5:37 am
So much suspense…and the line “Chipped paint and cracked doors frowned in embarrassment.”… you painted the picture. Great. ☺
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October 13, 2015 at 11:27 am
Thank you. ❤ ❤ So pleased you like this. Who knows where the words come from. At least some of the time. 🙂
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October 13, 2015 at 6:02 am
oh-oh… I feel a huge “Oh-Oh!” coming…
Tess you continue to amaze. I could see every detail — the ones you stated AND the ones your words prompted in my mind. Mega hugs!
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October 13, 2015 at 11:25 am
You are much too generous, Teagan, but thank you. ❤ ❤ One or two more and I should be done. 🙂
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October 13, 2015 at 7:48 am
The two little girls are giving the story a marvelous twist. Waiting for the next installment. 😀
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October 13, 2015 at 11:23 am
Thank you, Glynis. I hope they do. 🙂
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October 13, 2015 at 10:46 am
… and we’re still hanging!! Sounds like there are still more than a few twists up ahead!
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October 13, 2015 at 10:53 am
I know, right? Yes, I planted a twist and hope I can end this but it might take two more parts.
Thanks for reading, Joanne. ❤ ❤
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October 13, 2015 at 11:41 am
You got me at ‘lazy rivulets of dark rain’. I’m waiting for the sequel. Really, how do you NOT write more?
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October 13, 2015 at 12:16 pm
Your comment makes me smile. Thank you, Jacqui. I’ve been working on blogging less and writing more. Yes? ❤ ❤ ❤
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October 13, 2015 at 12:15 pm
Tess, I read this knowing, but not knowing and wanting to know more but at the same time not, by the way, that’s a good thing and I wanted to keep reading…maybe more? Much more. I know you won’t leave us hanging. 🙂
Hope this day treats you kindly. 🙂
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October 13, 2015 at 1:10 pm
Oh, sounds like we’re on the knife edge of creepiness in this story Tess, very intriguing. 🙂
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October 13, 2015 at 4:07 pm
I’m glad you find this read intriguing. Thank you for reading and commenting. ❤ ❤
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October 13, 2015 at 1:44 pm
I could picture that little girls face, so touching Tess!
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October 13, 2015 at 4:09 pm
Thank you, Gilly. I kind of fell for this girl myself. ❤ ❤
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October 13, 2015 at 3:20 pm
I’m with Teagan. I see something not-so-good on the horizon. Look forward to the next installment…
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October 13, 2015 at 4:10 pm
Thanks ever so m.u.c.h. I’m looking forward to the next episode myself. 😀 ❤ ❤ I appreciate your reading and commenting.
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October 13, 2015 at 7:38 pm
Man this is good. Nice job Tess
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October 15, 2015 at 9:51 am
TI’m tickled 52 shades of pink for your thought. You’re too generous, John, but I thank you, John. ❤ You've put a smile in my day. 🙂
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October 13, 2015 at 8:52 pm
Do you have the title Master of Suspense on your bio, well you should ^_^
Intriguing story
~B
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October 15, 2015 at 9:52 am
😀 😀 Thank YOU, Beaton. Not sure I can allude to such a lofty title as I am still practicing. ❤
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October 16, 2015 at 12:09 pm
could have fooled me hahaha
Cheers
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October 13, 2015 at 9:13 pm
I bet she’ll pay for her good deed in the next episode…
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October 14, 2015 at 7:13 am
Tess I think it is the small details you add that makes your pieces such great reads. You build the suspense in these small but important steps. Wonderful details, wonderful heart stopping details. Love it!
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October 15, 2015 at 9:55 am
I blush at your kind words but I thank you for them, Val. ❤ ❤ ❤
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October 14, 2015 at 8:39 am
Thoroughly enjoyed reading Tess. Waiting for the next one your details and the suspense keep me riveted. Well done! 😊
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October 15, 2015 at 9:56 am
So pleased you’re enjoying my story, Jen. Thank you for reading and commenting. ❤ ❤ ❤
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October 15, 2015 at 6:35 pm
You are welcome and yes I am very much so. ❤️
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October 14, 2015 at 2:27 pm
Oh, what a point to come to the end of today’s installment…Beautifully observed details, Tess.
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October 15, 2015 at 9:57 am
Thank YOU, Olga. I appreciate your reading and your kind words. Can you see me blush with pleasure? ❤ ❤ ❤
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October 14, 2015 at 2:45 pm
Oh this reads creepy. Now I want to know what happens next…
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October 15, 2015 at 9:58 am
Thanks so much. I’m tickled you’re enjoying the story. More next week. ❤ 🙂
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October 14, 2015 at 8:31 pm
The proverbial cliffhanger, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you Tess. Is this the makings of a psychological thriller? 🙂
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October 15, 2015 at 10:00 am
Thanks for reading, Debbie. No this isn’t a psychological thriller in the making, but I am enjoying the ‘creepy’ parts. ❤ ❤ 🙂
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October 15, 2015 at 3:54 am
Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
Part three of the mystery thriller by Tess Karlinski – Choices and things are getting very much more edgy.. certainly no shortage of suspense and part one and two are linked in the post..
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October 15, 2015 at 10:52 am
Thanks for the re-blog, Sally. I’m blushing with pleasure. ❤ ❤ ❤
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October 15, 2015 at 7:09 am
I am so intrigued as to where this is leading. I really hope that husband doesn’t come back before his wife.
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October 15, 2015 at 7:30 am
What a good neighbor. Though I’m not getting a good feeling…….. you are a great story teller Tess. Because I didn’t want to stop reading!
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October 15, 2015 at 2:29 pm
I’m loving this story…although I sense something about to happen.
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October 16, 2015 at 1:44 am
Oh yikes! It sounds like that creepy husband came back at the last sentence! You have me worried for her; heavy suspense here.
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October 16, 2015 at 12:29 pm
Great story and intriguing! Well done Tess 🙂
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October 18, 2015 at 3:37 pm
Thanks so much, Lucy. Means a lot coming from you. ❤ ❤
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October 18, 2015 at 4:28 pm
Lol! Little old me 🙂
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October 18, 2015 at 5:07 pm
You are amazing! And then leaving us with the creeper turnaround the corner…great job!
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October 19, 2015 at 10:12 pm
Hope to end this soon. Liking the dislike I have for this guy. Thank you for reading and commenting. ❤ ❤ 😆
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October 19, 2015 at 11:33 pm
Its my pleasure. I have enjoyed your writing since day 1!
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October 19, 2015 at 2:47 pm
Edge of my seat, Tess. ❤ Edge of my seat!
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October 19, 2015 at 10:13 pm
Thanks, Rachael. I appreciate your visit and input. ❤ 😆
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October 19, 2015 at 10:46 pm
Always. 🙂
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